Post by SHILOH LORRAINE GELLER on Jun 27, 2013 22:38:20 GMT -5
| [atrb=style,width: 300px; height: 450px; background-image: url(http://i1342.photobucket.com/albums/o762/ka7ra/shithread.jpg); border-left: 20px solid #000000; border-right: 20px solid #000000; text-align: center; padding: 25px;][atrb=border,0,true] inspiration could be defined as the process of being mentally stimulated to do or feel something. shiloh geller was struck by inspiration daily, even in an otherwise dull display. it didn't take much to get her to put pen to paper, to use the art of word or sketching. did the inspiration for her latest sketch come from staring into a cold cup of coffee at breakfast? had there been a song humming from the over head speakers of an elevator she'd been in? she couldn't give you an answer. one moment half of an idea was in her head, the next it was on paper, and now, it was being dug into her skin. she barely winced as the artist traced her work onto a bare bit of flesh on her shoulder, she was too used to the feeling and the humming of the tattoo gun, she was used to distracting herself with short stories she'd write only in her head. by the time her short story had finished, so had the artist an she was asked to stand an observe the new piece of art adorning her shoulder. she admired it, careful to keep her hair away from the blood, ink, and raw flesh. it's wonderful, i love it! she was asked to wait at the counter while the artist cleaned up their station and she did so patiently, while pulling her hair to her unharmed side and tying it into a quick braid when the bell above the shop door rang. she looked up and offered the new arrival a large smile. |
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